Posted in Literature, Music on Sep 16th, 2009 6 Comments »
No string quartet.
No conductor to signal the baton.
No orchestra to anticipate my usual swoon
of randomly plucked staccato
alternating octaves
like a mad man in Vienna.
Alone in the stage,
I would linger
unvigorous in vibrato,
punctuating this sadness
in glissando. A solo part- how I wish
to serenade the muse. Longing
to tell her story in music-
under the sweet delicate pitch
sorrow of Cremona.
The episodes, I have written on
mellow [...]
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Posted in Literature, Society on Sep 1st, 2009 2 Comments »
The walls are coarse to touch, hard and steely,
it was a challenge not to see but to feel with our fingers
sharp points that will prick a skin and bleed. By then
the grave of the earth has avenged its loss. The stair
is a winding wonder of wooden realm. Forest scent
permeates like sweat staining musk to the [...]
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Posted in Literature on Jul 19th, 2009 2 Comments »
To this semi-privacy. An epitaph reads,
“in this sanctum, a restless, herein lies,
its opaque remembrance failing to breath
devoid of oxygen, rousing to the grind
like a zombie of the worst kind”.
Against the ancient cracked walls, my fingers
will then, smear red letter stains of anguish.
The light bulb is my flickering moon
cocooned in cobwebs, I dread.
It went dead as [...]
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